Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 602

Chapter 602 Why Is He So Important?

"Either you jump, or your family business is wiped out of the face of this city. Your call,” Brendan sneered. He pulled Deirdre even closer in his arms and smirked. “I bet someone who knows I'm a Brighthall would also know who I am, right? I can destroy a small-fry company with a snap of my finger, so maybe don't try my patience.”

"N-No, Mr. Brighthall! No!” Zinerva pleaded, alarmed.

Deirdre had almost died just now because nobody helped. Judging by Brendan's tone, nobody would dare to even rescue

Zinerva unless he allowed them to! "I can't swim, Mr. Brighthall- I'll die if I go down there! Please, show some mercy! It was just an accident!"

Brendan's tone was as frigid as permafrost. ‘Three. Two."

Zinerva’s lips trembled. Everything she had worked hard for-her image, her reputation, everything-was going to ruins. If news of this got out... she would become the joke of the circle. She could kiss her dream of becoming a socialite goodbye!

But Brendan would punish her family's company if she refused to jump!

Zinerva had never been so devastated by regret in her life. Then, before Brendan counted to one—she took the leap, nerves frazzled.

The splash she made caused laughter to erupt from the bystanders. She flailed, struggling to keep herself afloat, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help me! Help me, Joan! Joan Wood!"

Malice colored Joan's eyes. This idiot tried to rat her out at this hour!?

"Joan Wood, huh?" Brendan narrowed his eyes. What a familiar name. It suddenly occurred to him that this was the name Declan had mentioned in their call earlier. While Ronan’s drunken intrusion into the women's washroom was made to look like an accident, Brendan later learned that someone had told him where the washroom was in the first place.

That someone? Joan Wood.

One could call it a coincidence if it happened once. But the fact that she was here when the second incident was happening? Brendan's expression darkened.

Deirdre should not be outside any minute longer. Drawing her into his arms, they left under the commotion Zinerva’s shrieks made. The staff only dared to rescue her after Brendan vanished from sight. By that point, the young woman had lost at least five years out of her life to trauma. All she could do was sob.